{"id":1519,"date":"2026-03-31T11:20:11","date_gmt":"2026-03-31T18:20:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/?p=1519"},"modified":"2026-03-31T11:23:44","modified_gmt":"2026-03-31T18:23:44","slug":"joyces-ulysses-artificial-intelligence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/?p=1519","title":{"rendered":"Joyce&#8217;s Ulysses &#038; Artificial Intelligence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Nabokov thought fine literature should tickle your palate and tingle your nerves (paraphrasing a bit) but the concept is true. Fine literature should seep in through your skin, lodge in your every cell, and do unmentionable things to your limbic system. When I read Ulysses at 15, the scene where Leopold Bloom, the cuckold husband, takes \u201ctwo letters and a card\u201d up to Molly, his wife, made such an impression on me that I could not stop re-reading the passage.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">The next day I joined the other freshmen of my all-boys Catholic purgatory, dressed in grays and blues, ties askew, and lamented, as everyone did, how <i>fecking<\/i> boring this Joyce dude was, as I could not wait to get back and re-read the passage, thinking there must be something wrong with me. Words should not have this effect.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">You see, in my 15-year-old mind I was Molly\u2019s lover and her husband Leopold was carrying my letter to her, and finding her wife sitting\u2014delightful and shapely\u2014as she puts <i>my<\/i> letter under her pillow.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1518\" src=\"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Joyce-207x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"207\" height=\"300\" data-kale-share-title=\"Joyce\u2019s Ulysses &amp; Artificial Intelligence\" data-kale-share-url=\"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/?p=1519\" srcset=\"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Joyce-207x300.jpeg 207w, https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Joyce-706x1024.jpeg 706w, https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Joyce-768x1113.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Joyce-1060x1536.jpeg 1060w, https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Joyce-1413x2048.jpeg 1413w, https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/Joyce-scaled.jpeg 1766w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 207px) 100vw, 207px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">AI could get that? Appreciate the immensity of that simple gesture? Imagine the painting of the nymph over Molly\u2019s bed, envision the possibilities, and dream up the rest? Could AI\u2014in another scene\u2014\u201cget\u201d Bloom bending down with his hands on his knees, as he wonders what he looks like to the cat?<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">I can hear the cat going Meow cookoo cucko&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Featured Art: Mixed Media. Watercolor, pencil, and ink. DP.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nabokov thought fine literature should tickle your palate and tingle your nerves (paraphrasing a bit) but the concept is true. Fine literature should seep in through your skin, lodge in your every cell, and do unmentionable things to your limbic system. When I read Ulysses&nbsp;<a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/?p=1519\">&hellip;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1520,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1519","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1519","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1519"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1519\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1522,"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1519\/revisions\/1522"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alessandrob.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}